Hurt runs deep when one's betrayed
But it hurts deepest when done by a friend.
Oh! this heart in all it's innocence
Hath done a thing it swore not to again.
Waiting beseeching for, but it would not come.
A shadow and a lie were all that was left.
But the heart unknowing still, wouldn't let go
It held on though it was cruelly cleft.
And beneath the sky, beside the sea,
Away from all the sounds of life..
It lay down, tired and battle-worn,
Unknowing still, it chose to end it's life.
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